Fun little scifi story about modern day Britain getting a hold on a time machine, and stealing a few people from different centuries in the past to the present.
"Everyone is so cruel to me," said Graham, deadpan, "even though I'm very handsome and brave and I have never done anything wrong. Sixty-five, where are the rest of your clothes?"
"Banished. I am never more bravely clad than when I go sky-clad."
I started to laugh, a real, happy, unglamorous laugh. As true laughter does, it summoned smiles from the others. Margaret leant towards me, grinning, and I saw Graham catch Arthur's eye and roll his. It was a moment among moments, but everyone was held in it, captured in a small and easy joy. I return again and again to this memory. It's proof, you see. Not everything I did was wrong.
